Chapter 9: CH 9

The room was silent.

Outside the house, the dark blue sky showed a hint of white as cold stars glittered in the distant sky.

“What are you doing here?” In the spring-like warm room, Qi Jinran’s voice was extremely cold.

Wen Yuan had expected such a scene, and he didn’t panic at all. Instead, he said cheekily: “I saw Ding He is very tired, so I let him go rest—”

“I pay him 5,000 an hour, starting from when he walks into the villa. Do you think I spend so much money to invite him to rest?”

Wen Yuan couldn’t say a word. Cheeks flushing, he grabbed the towel and left the bedroom in embarrassment.

Qi Jinran rang the bell to let Ding He in, and help him with a full body check. The old wound on his right leg had subsided, and his body temperature had dropped, but he still had a low-grade fever.

“Mr. Qi, in fact, you don’t need to say that to Mr. Wen… He waited by your bedside all last night. He was really attentive.”

Qi Jinran didn’t need Ding He to tell him. In the second half of the night, when his fever wasn’t as bad, he woke up in a daze once, and saw Wen Yuan sitting on the bedside. His head was twitching a little, and he was muttering something in his mouth.

This guy was probably complaining about him in his dreams, right?

As the thought flashed through his mind, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his chest. He pinched Wen Yuan’s neck, said those harsh words that night, and didn’t reply any of those apology texts. So why did this stupid guy not learn his lesson and approach him?

Qi Jinran looked at the tall trees outside the window in a trance. After a while, a melodious guitar sound suddenly floated in from the next door.

Ding He heard it too. He smiled slightly and looked at Qi Jinran. “Mr. Qi, listening to music is actually a way to relieve pain. Why not—”

“It’s noisy, no need.”

Qi Jinran closed her eyes and simply rejected him.

Ding He scratched his hair helplessly and left the room.

Although Wen Yuan didn’t sleep much last night, he was very energetic. After practicing guitar, he went to the empty kitchen on the second floor to have a look. He was pleasantly surprised to find that all the ingredients he used for baking at home were delivered.

Madam Ye1 is still reliable.

With tools and ingredients in hand, Wen Yuan couldn’t take it easy and planned to make European  buns. Skillfully preparing the tools, making the dough, sprinkling yeast, kneading the dough, and watching the smooth dough take shape on the chopping board, an indescribable sense of satisfaction occupied Wen Yuan’s heart.

Baking is the greatest joy in his life. Watching the dough slowly expand and turn into golden and fluffy bread in the oven, Wen Yuan felt particularly accomplished. It’s a pity that his parents have a traditional Chinese diet and are not used to western pastries, so he has no chance to experiment. Now at Qi’s house, he finally has time to focus on his hobbies.

The freshly baked bread exuded an enticing sweet smell, which Ding He could smell from the first floor. Seeing Xue Rong carrying the dinner plate down, he couldn’t help smiling. “Sister Xue, when did you learn to make pastries?”

“I didn’t, it’s all done by Xiao Wen. I’ve never seen such a skillful, handy boy.”

Xue Rong was full of praise for Wen Yuan. With a smile on her face, she carried the European buns and hot milk into Qi Jinran’s bedroom, and placed knives and forks on the small dining table on the bed.

“Master, breakfast is ready. Mr. Wen made it, why don’t you try some?”

Qi Jinran’s condition has improved a lot, but his face is still pale. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, his black eyes opened indifferently, and his tone was full of disgust.

“It’s ugly.”

The bun in the middle of the ceramic plate was really ordinary in appearance. Qi Jinran picked it up without any expectation and took a bite. He didn’t know what it was, but his pupils dilated slightly.

The warm and crisp bun was filled with layers of nuts and a rich, sweet blueberry jam in the middle. One’s mouth is full of sweetness, causing one’s tongue to shudder in delight with each bite.

Qi Jinran is very picky about the taste of western pastries. He has tasted many across almost all the top luxury hotels under Qi’s family. However, in terms of the softness of the bread, there seem to be very few that can compare with the European bun in front of him.

This guy does seem to have some culinary talent…

“Master, how does it taste?”

Xue Rong looked expectant.

“It’s okay.”

Qi Jinran lowered his long eyelashes and took a mouthful of hot milk.

“There are other flavors, do you want another one?” Xue Rong dutifully helped Wen Yuan advertise.

“No, I’m almost full.”

After eating, Xue Rong took away the empty plates. Qi Jinran lay on the bed, reminiscing about the scent of the European bun, feeling a little unsatisfied. But he couldn’t bring it up even if Xue Rong came back. Sitting up with some difficulty, he tried diverting his attention by reading a book, when he suddenly found a blue biscuit box under the lamp on the bedside table.

A letter was pressed under the box. Qi Jinran took out the letter and unfolded it. After reading the contents, several complicated emotions flashed across his black eyes.

This was the letter of apology written by Wen Yuan two days ago.

The cookies in the box were naturally made by Wen Yuan.

Qi Jinran read the letter, folded it again, and put it in the drawer. Then he turned to the box, opened it, and took out a chocolate chip cookie.

He slowly chewed the cookie, listening to the sound of the guitar next door. Black eyes quietly looking at the lake outside, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.

That guy is actually not that unbearable.

After lunch, Wen Yuan was so sleepy that he didn’t even bother to practice the guitar, so he went back to his room and fell asleep.

He slept until after 3p.m. in the afternoon. When he woke up, he found a tall figure standing by the head of his bed.

The indoor lights are dim and the curtains are half drawn, blocking out the low winter light. Wen Yuan’s eyes were not fully opened, and he could only see a vague shadow. Screaming “ah!” in fright, he instantly bounced off the bed.

Qi Jinran’s handsome, pale face was wrapped in the black turtleneck of the sweater.

“Are you stupid from sleep?”

“You… when did you come?”

Wen Yuan never imagined that Qi Jinran would condescend to come to his room in person to wake him up.

“Put on your clothes and go out with me.”

Qi Jinran didn’t answer his question, and turned around and left the bedroom after speaking.

Wen Yuan quickly put on his jacket, changed his shoes, and went to the living room, where he found Qi Jinran leaning on a cane and waiting for him at the door.

“Your leg… Are you okay?” Wen Yuan glanced at his right leg worriedly.

“What do you think?”

Qi Jinran walked towards the landscape corridor. Although his pace was not as natural as before, it was steady and powerful. Wen Yuan followed behind him, and the two got on the Lincoln together. Wen Yuan was a little puzzled as he watched the vehicle drive towards the city center.

“Where are we going?”

Qi Jinran didn’t want to explain. The Lincoln drove all the way into the busiest street in the city center, and parked in an underground garage. When he got out of the car, two female clerks in professional suits and gloves rushed to welcome them into the VIP lounge on the top floor of the building.

“Measure him.”

In the lounge, Qi Jinran flipped through the business magazines on the table lightly.

Wen Yuan thought that Qi Jinran didn’t like his clothes, and brought him here to buy clothes. But as soon as he raised his arms, the shopping lady opposite of him smiled. “Just press your right hand on the mold.”

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She brought a box to Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan tentatively reached out and pressed it down. A clear palm print appeared on the white ooze.

What is this for?

He was puzzled, but Qi Jinran didn’t give him an answer until they walked out of the lounge.

Wen Yuan soon ran out of time to consider these things. The New Year’s Day party was just around the corner. In addition to attending class, he ran to the rehearsal room whenever he was free, against time to practice. He occasionally went back to the villa, and rarely met Qi Jinran.

The day before the performance, Wen Yuan received a call from Ye Xia.

“Yuanyuan, sorry, mom and dad can’t watch your performance this time. Your dad has a friend who is sick. We have to go to B city to visit him tomorrow… Or you can give Jinran the ticket and let Jinran watch?”

Wen Yuan was used to his parents releasing pigeons2, so he wasn’t too disappointed.

“Okay, I’ll see if he’s free.”

“Have you received the outfit that mom3 ordered for you? Remember to take a picture and show it to me.” Ye Xia said worriedly.

“I got it, I’ll show it to you.”

Although Ye Xia couldn’t go in person, because her baby son was going to perform on stage, she asked someone to tailor a set of clothing for him. It was low-key and luxurious. Once he wore it, he is bound to become the most handsome cub in the audience!

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuan looked at the gift box and tickets on the table, feeling a little lost. For a moment, he thought about calling Qi Jinran and asking him if he wanted to come to T University to watch the performance, but he dismissed the idea as he should be busy with business.

At this time, in the Qi Group’s CEO office.

Zhuang Jie held an invitation letter and respectfully handed it to Qi Jinran.

“Mr. Qi, it was sent by the vice president of T University inviting you to T University’s New Year’s Day party tomorrow night.”

There was also a program list attached to the invitation. He skimmed down the list, and paused when he Wen Yuan’s name.

“Mr. Qi, do you still want to attend the Gu family’s reception tomorrow night?” Zhuang Jie as tentatively. He was the person best at reading people’s reactions.

“Shift it.”

Qi Jinran’s black eyes narrowed slightly as he put the invitation into the drawer.

“Go pick up my order tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mr. Qi.”

Zhuang Jie smiled happily.

—–

The day of the show.

Wen Yuan put on makeup and changed into his outfit. As soon as he came out of the lounge, the rest of the band stared at him.

“Fuck, too handsome!”

“Wen Yuan, when you debut, can I be your agent?”

“If this photo were posted on the Internet, it would definitely slap those traffic stars!”

Ridiculed by them, Wen Yuan’s face turned a little red. Patting his cuffs uncomfortably, the gold powder sprinkled on his body rustled down.

“Stop dawdling, hurry up and go.”

While waiting backstage, Wen Yuan bumped into Zhou Yunqing. The latter was wearing a white suit with light makeup, handsome and gentle, and when he saw Wen Yuan’s outfit, he was slightly taken aback.

Wen Yuan was wearing a light black short coat, with a wing-like pattern made from silver thread and gold foil embroidered from the chest to the shoulders, which made his handsome face even more dazzling.

Seeing Zhou Yunqing, Wen Yuan was stunned, and then passed him indifferently.

Ten minutes later, the performance began.

Wen Yuan’s song is the finale. He held the guitar, and half-closed his eyes. When he slowly rose up from the elevator to the center of the stage, the audience held their breath and focused on him.

There was a beam of light falling from the top of his head. He opened his eyes and looked at the auditorium with a little fluorescent light. His black eyes seemed to reflect starlight, which was unbelievably bright.

Slender fingers plucked the strings, and the low and magnetic singing slowly sounded:

“The brightest star in the night sky

Can you hear the person who is looking up?

The loneliness and sigh in my heart

The brightest star in the night sky

Can you remember you once walked with me?

A figure that disappears in the wind

…

Whenever I can’t find the meaning of existence

Whenever I am lost in the dark

The brightest star in the night sky

Please guide me to you

…

As soon as Wen Yuan opened his mouth, the audience instantly exploded, waving light sticks and screaming. This song was too familiar for them. In the end, the performance almost became a chorus of the whole audience, and the atmosphere of the auditorium lit up.

“Ahhhh! Wen Yuan is so handsome!”

Zhuang Jie’s eyes were full of light. In the middle of waving a light stick and screaming loudly with the audience, he suddenly felt an unpleasant gaze.

Oops, he was too carried away and discovered by the boss.

He quickly put down the light stick in his hand, and shrank his body into the seat.

As Qi Jinran listened to the crowd’s cheers of “Wen Yuan, I love you!”, “Wen Yuan is so handsome!”. “Little brother, I’m going to give you a monkey”, his black eyes sunk further. He was suddenly a little annoyed. He didn’t like lively crowds, so why did he come here?

He got up and wanted to leave, but as soon as his eyes landed on the center of the stage, his body froze.

Bright spotlights fell on the top of the boy’s head, illuminating the dark stage. Wen Yuan held the guitar as he sang. He looked like a little prince with his handsome eyebrows and gentle expression, quiet and dazzling.

Qi Jinran sat in the center of the first row, and he could see every change in Wen Yuan’s expression very clearly. At the end of the performance, he watched him bend down with the band for the curtain call, and saw him grin and receive a bouquet from the audience.

Suddenly, Wen Yuan seemed to sense something and glanced down the stage.

Qi Jinran’s heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously clenched the armrest of his seat.

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